To: You Know Who You Are
This is the last letter I’ll write.
It’s too hard to be around you
and know that you might know
but not know if you actually know
and how you feel about it. About me.
About the fact that I think about you
and write poems for you. You know
these things about me but I don’t
know if you reciprocate my feelings.
So this is my goodbye.
I will see you often and
wonder what life could have
been like. We would have fit together
really well. You would be my
Troy and I’m your Gabriella.
You’re Romeo and I’m Juliet.
Loves that fit so tight that they would
die for each other rather than be
without their love. We were supposed
to be one of them.
I tried so hard to tell you.
Every time I tried, I couldn’t get
The words out. I don’t know if I
even really wanted you to know
and because of my indecisiveness
I didn’t tell you. To have you find
out this way is absolutely humiliating.
If I hadn’t written the first letter,
you wouldn’t know and we
would still be fine. Still be friends.
Goodbye, You Know Who You Are.
I won’t write again but I hope to
see you around and still have you
wave to me in the halls or after
cross country practice. I hope we
can work through this and become
friends again. Please forgive me.